Of Thou, the ever-fleeting fire
(Inspiring charms of which admire)
My every syllable announcing
In sounds of od’allurin’ bier
Stealing away the chains of boredom
Leading to lands where I acquire
The immense pictures of enlightenment
Which make my secret vision wi’er
Erasing all presenting lo’thsome
She lets me suck her flower bosom
Her juicy springs where blood is rolling
There sanity and madness groaning
In sense of loving blaze conspiring
In sighs and cries tasting delighting
Under the skies of many seasons
In every change finding a reason
For inward drifting to creation
At curtain-fall manifestation…

Then let me back, my odd companion,
Before become the desperation.